"Sweetheart, what would you like to eat? I'll make it for you, okay?" In the dining room, Quan Jingwu squatted in front of Jian Qing, holding her hand and asked softly.
"Xiaojing, I'm fine. Look, you've scared everyone off. If this continues, no chef in Beijing would dare to come to our house." Jian Qing raised her hand to touch his face, speaking in a light-hearted tone.
"Against arguing that you're fine, look at you, you've become so thin." Quan Jingwu looked at her sharp chin and her delicate face which had lost its usual rosiness, his eyes full of concern.
"Isn't it good like this? After giving birth, I won't gain weight and I won't need to diet." Her shiny black eyes sparkled with mischief and joy.
Quan Jingwu reached out to touch her already pregnant belly. Her slender limbs made her pregnant belly seem even more prominent.
"They are naughty. When they are born, I will help you teach them a lesson."
